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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Urselle to the funk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.