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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.