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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.