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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.