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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.