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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.