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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.