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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.