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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.