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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Grauzone,
Index,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.