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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
The Standells,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.