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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.