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 Nauru and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.