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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.