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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.