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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.