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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.