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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.