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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.