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 Norway and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the techno 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.