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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.