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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.