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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
MDC,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Visage,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Organ,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.