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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
PIL,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.