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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.