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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.