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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.