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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.