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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.