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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Yazoo,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.