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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.