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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.