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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Crime,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.