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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.