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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.