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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Can,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.