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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
MC5,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.