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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cameo 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.