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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Television,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Scion,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.