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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
DNA,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.