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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.