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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.