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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.