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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Associates to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.