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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.