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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.