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 Lebanon 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.