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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.