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 Slovenia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.