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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Hoover,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.