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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.