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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.