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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.