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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
AZ,
Franke,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.