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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.