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 Iran and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.