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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.