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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.