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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.