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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.