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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Interpol,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.