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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.