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 Manchester.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.