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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.