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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.