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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.