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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.