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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.