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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.