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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.