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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Lakeside to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.