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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.