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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.