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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.