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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.