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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.