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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter 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 disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.