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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.