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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.