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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.