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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.