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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.