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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Arab on Radar to the rock 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.