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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
The Busters,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Cameo,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.