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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Cymande,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.