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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.