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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 JFA to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.