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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.