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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.