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 South Africa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Supertramp to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.