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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.