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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.