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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.