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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.