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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Gong,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.