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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
UT,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.