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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.