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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.