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 United States and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.