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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Japan to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.