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 France and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.