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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.