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 Norway 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Johnny Clarke 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.