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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Can,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.