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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.