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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.