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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.