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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Clear Light,
the Association,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.