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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Skriet to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.