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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Television,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.