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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Can,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Technova,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.