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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.