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 Germany and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
JFA,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.