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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.