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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.