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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Ituana,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.