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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.