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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deakin to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.