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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.