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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.