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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
JFA,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.