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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.