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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.