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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Wire,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.