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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.