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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.