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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Hashim,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.