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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.