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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.