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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.