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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.