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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.