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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.