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 Iran 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Index,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.