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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.