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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Smog,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.