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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti 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 crunk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.