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 France and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.