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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Black Moon,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.