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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.