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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 theremin 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Delta 5,
The Names,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.