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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Index,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.