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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.