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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.