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 Peru and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.