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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.