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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.