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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.