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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.