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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.