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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.