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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.