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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.