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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.