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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.