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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Index,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.