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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Ronan,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.