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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Pole,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.