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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan 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?
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.