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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.