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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.