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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.