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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.