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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.