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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 JFA to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.