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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
the Slits,
PIL,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.