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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.