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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.