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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.