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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.