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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.