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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.