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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.