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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.