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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.