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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.