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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.