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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
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.