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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.