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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.