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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.