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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.