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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.