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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
UT,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Josef K,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.