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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.