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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.