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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.