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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.