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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.