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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.