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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.