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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.