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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Can,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.