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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Fear,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Can,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.