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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.