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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.