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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.