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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.