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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.