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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Crime,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Slave,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.