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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.