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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.