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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.