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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Television,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.