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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.