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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
JFA,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.