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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Franke,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.