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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.