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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.