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 Canada and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.