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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.