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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.