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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.