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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.