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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.