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 Honduras and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.