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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.