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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.