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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.