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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Television,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.