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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Magma,
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.