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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Organ,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.