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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.