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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.