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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.