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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.