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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.