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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Harmonia to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.