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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Human League 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
MC5,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.