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 Laos and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.