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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.