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 Suriname and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.