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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.