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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.