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 Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.