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 Accra.
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 Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.