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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.