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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.