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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.