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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.