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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.