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 Chile and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Ronan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.