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 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.