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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.