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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Erykah Badu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.