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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.