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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.