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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.