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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.