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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Martian to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.