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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.