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 Brazil 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Q65,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.