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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Scion,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.