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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Newcleus to the punk 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.