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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.