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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.