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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Brick,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.