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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Japan,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.