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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 PIL 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
AZ,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.