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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.