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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.