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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.