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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.