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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Television,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.