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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.