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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.