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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Q65,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
EPMD,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.