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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
CMW,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.