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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.