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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.