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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.