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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.