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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.