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 China and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.