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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Kayak 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.