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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.