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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Lyres,
Hashim,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.