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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.