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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
10cc,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.