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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.