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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.