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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
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.