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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
DNA,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.