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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Fear,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Nas,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.