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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.