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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.