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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.