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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.