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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Howard Jones to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.