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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.