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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Electric Prunes 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.