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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.