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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.