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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.