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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.