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 Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Mars,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
UT,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.