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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Can,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.