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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.