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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.