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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.