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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.