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 Uzbekistan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.