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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.