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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.