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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.