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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.