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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Hashim,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Organ,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.