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 Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.