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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.