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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Section 25,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.