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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Monks,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.