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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.