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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.