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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.