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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.