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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.