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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.