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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Mars,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.