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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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.