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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.