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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.