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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.