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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.