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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lakeside to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.