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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.