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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.