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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.