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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.