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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.