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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.