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 Armenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.