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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.