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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.