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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Order to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.