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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.