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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.