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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Technova,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.