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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.