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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.