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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Qualms 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Visage,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.