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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Mars,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.