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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.