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 Oman 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Echospace,
ABC,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.