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 Grenada 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.