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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
The Names,
This Heat,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.