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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.