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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.