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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.