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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.