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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.