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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John 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.