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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.