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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Gong,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.