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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Altered Images to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.