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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.