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 Guyana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.