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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Deakin,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.