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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.