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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.