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 Canada and from London.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.