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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.