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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.