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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.