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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.