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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.