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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.