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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.