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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Brick,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.