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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.