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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.