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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.