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 Vietnam and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.