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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.