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 Turkmenistan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.