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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.