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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Pagans,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
MC5,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.