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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.