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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.