Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joensuu 1685 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.