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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.