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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.