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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Wire,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.