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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Human League to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.