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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.