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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.