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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.