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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Accra and Salvador.
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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.