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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.