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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.