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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.