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 Cambodia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the 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.