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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.