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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.