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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.