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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.