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 Armenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.