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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
JFA,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Can,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.