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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.