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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Ronan,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.