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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Mars,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Can,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.