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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.