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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.