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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.