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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Index,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.