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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.