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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.