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 Jordan 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.