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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.