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 Cambodia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.