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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.