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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.