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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.