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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.