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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
Cluster,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
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.