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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 T. Rex 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Rekid,
The Motions,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.