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 China and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonny Sharrock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.