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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.