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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.