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 France 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.