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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.