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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Magma,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.