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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.