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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.