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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Faust,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.