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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.