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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.