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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.