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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.