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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
UT,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.