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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.