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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.