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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.