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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.