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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.