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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Brick,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.