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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Japan,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.