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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.