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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Nas,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.