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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.