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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.