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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.