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 Finland 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.