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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.