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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.