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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.