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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.