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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Cymande,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.