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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dennis Brown 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.