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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.