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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.