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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.