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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.