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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.