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 Bangladesh 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.