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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.