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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.