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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.