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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.