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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.