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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.