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 Romania 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.