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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Slave,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.