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 Greece and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.