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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.