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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.