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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.