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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 A Certain Ratio 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?
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.