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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.