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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.