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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.