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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.