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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.