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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.