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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.