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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.