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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.