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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Kayak,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.