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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.