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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Pretty Things 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.