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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.