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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
UT,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.