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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.