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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.