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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
JFA,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.