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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Index,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.