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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.