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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.