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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.