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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.