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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.