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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.