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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.