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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.