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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
CMW,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
UT,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.