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 Peru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.