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 Guinea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.