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 Qatar 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.