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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Wire,
Can,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Franke,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.