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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.