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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.