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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Index,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.