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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.