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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.