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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Scion,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.