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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.