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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
The Victims,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.