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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 LL Cool J 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.