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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.