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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Index,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.