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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.