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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.