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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.